"That is its name, so far as I've ever heard," Wyatt clarified, the mustache in question pulling over his lip as his mouth thinned, pressing together. "Now the country's Panem to them, but to you an' me, she's what's left of the United States."

His mouth fell into a frown, his words growing heavier with the weight of the years. Of a loved memory turned and twisted.

"Somethin' happened to it, an' everythin' changed."